I love Miami Airport. At the airport newsstand, there are several magazines and books in Spanish. I immediately bought a book. Of course, it’s by a Cuban dissident, but it’s the principle of the thing. They also had a book by Ray Loriga, which is strange because he’s a Spanish GenX writer, and that’s not a compliment. I will be condemned to reading unreformed Spanish GenXers in hell. So I had to settle on the Cuban dissident because the rest of the books were motivational volumes for Hispanic women, and that’s worse than zoophiliac porn.
Sheesh, I’m so hyper that I don’t want to imagine what the crash will be like. I hope it comes after I get to the hotel. Which by the way is located in a building that was built over 500 years ago. So yeah! Go get ’em!